Daydream

Time stood still; moments paused

oh! What harm had beauty caused?.

my heart raced, beating fast

i blinked not that that moment would last

she was stunning; what a sight!

a dashing figure of daring height..

face striking as d sun yet smooth as ice

deeply had i fallen under d gaze of her eyes

she reached for me as i, for her

our bodies warmed close; evrythng else far

& upon that moment of blinding bliss

as i did crave her solid lips to kiss

a loud known cry jerked me back to life

& before me stood, my UGLY FAT WIFE.

Alien (a parody)

Welcome earthling, welcome to your pain,
I'll start first by examining your brain,
My eyes are oval and as black as night,
my intention is to give you a fright,
Please don't resist, it will be over soon,
as soon as I draw your blood with a spoon,
I am the Them and I am the They,
my dear puny friend, begin to pray,
Your abduction was just for fun,
Please play with me and don't you run.

3,1,18,9,14,7

Feeling, touch, taste and sour…(6,1,9,20,8)maybe it just a little thing but, it fee´
so not real should time make it steady probably prompted to spit out a juvenil knee
Holding on to an Italian rope sewen toghether with tomato and chee´  

Poor laughter being exchange with a smile but, cry not hold not
Simple fact let it be time and crisis may shoot
Take it there, no not again let it be the price in question is loot

Broken particles of pink smile air chasing anger
Stolen features distorting a rare future is danger´
When provocation is distributed amongst stranger´

Yes, yes indeed last and forth what generates of your ignorancy
you hold it steady, metal and glasses have a lie you fancy
See the usual, be not regular spancy

My cell phone has became a watch

I have been crying to my parents
Saying mam kekupa
Untekele cell phone
Pap kebatle cell phone
They bought me a cell phone
Those people who  were calling
Me on my mothers’ cell phone
Are no long calling me instead
I only receive ama please call me
I only receive one call a month
And twelve calls a year

I spend three to four months
Without an air time
Sometimes I even forget that my cell
Does not have any remaining units and when I attempt to make a call
This friendly lady keeps on reminding me by saying
“You have an insufficient amount to make a call please loud airtime and try again later” my cell phone has become a watch
I even play with ring tones on the streets so that people might think
It’s a phone call whereas I was just checking time

Sometimes I wander plus confused
Does owning a stolen phone means
You don’t have to switch it off during a church service
Angry I am
Does bringing in a borrowed phone in a funeral means you
Don’t have to switch it off during the reading of the obituary of the deceased
Angry I am
Does owning a polyphonic three G cell phone
Means you don’t have to switch it off
During a business meeting
During a job interview that you are desperate in need of

When my cell phone rings I think is something
Serious and important
To my surprise
It’s a wrong number or
They are looking for my grandmother  

Laugh it off

laugh it off…
1st ur top… My bra.
then ur bottom.

then ur smile runs for a while,
as we COME… around the corner of the last mile.
I mean hey… wat's a little nudity amongst friends?
I see u and u see me… all of me.
There's really nothing to hide…
coz I've already seen u… RUN… out of pride…

Fairytale

Once upon a time there lived a poet and a princess
The poet fell in love and for a moment for an instant
The princess was impressed by the words the poet used
To describe his love for her and in a way she was amused
Was he the one for her or was he living in a dream?
But the story has a twist because not all is as it seems
Prince Charming came along and swept the princess of her feet
She lost sight of her breath and her heart did skip a beat
There is someone I’m forgetting… oh yes, of course. The poet
See no one really cared and no one dared to let him know it
He developed writers block while he lost his common sense
Soon he was possessed and lost the princess in the process
So he vowed revenged and he paid his best friend
To kill the charming prince and steal the princess. The End.

Perverted Pencil

This poem is a prescribed proposal to the public. Please pay personal attention.
The path of a pencil points to a paper perpendicular to the poets intentions.
The indirect direction I will direct you in is poetically incorrect.
My mind and my mouth have mastered misdirection. The method to this madness I forget.
The string of a G-string is a tiny, little, thin thing yet it remains visible to the well trained eye.
Women wear without care this wonderful thing and we guys would like to know, really why?
That was a rehtorical quetion. No answer is required. Just use your imagination.
Its funny how some people only begin to listen when I use words like penetration!
Now that you're listening, I guess you're second guessing what is he going to say next.
Let me feed your curiosity. To mislead is a priority. If words were exercise mine's would be sex!
My poems are Karma Sutra. They have 99 positions, all proving pleasurable poetically.
They undress you stress then curess you curiousness. You're helpless. Nevertheless, hi, I'm Dopey.
The crazy cartoon character characterized as confused. I conclude. This poem is just for fun.
When I am finished talking I would appreciate applause. I pause. Wait a second……I'm done!

In The World 2day

In the world 2day democracy is wearing a disguise
Crooked politicians are acting like Mr Nice Guys.
Television has blurred our vision. We've lost sight of our real mission
If freedom of speech is a right then why do I need your permission?

In the world 2day its still survival of the fittest.
Its a jungle out there but not with muscle, with intellegence.
Psychological warfare were psychology is illogical
The devil himself is undeafeted, desigining undetected evil.

In the world 2day they say the future is me and you.
We hear but we dont listen. See, what is it we can do?
Will we cure HIV or will there be a World War 3?
What lies in 2morow no mortal man can really see.

But in the world 2day nothing has changed from yesterday.
There is six days of sin and then church on Sunday.
Are we hypocrites or have things always been that way.
Tomorrow's yesterday. Yeah, this is the world 2day.

Dormant Fame

I want to write an epic novel, my words to be conserved.
My paper is plenty and my pen is ready, I will write a book of geat worth.
Its been an hour and nothing yet, but the day is still quite young.
I won't give up, I know i'm great, my creative mind will birth
that great classic novel, with its illustrative cover, and a story to rock the world.

Yes laugh if you must, and chuckle along, the day of my fame will come!
For the day I was born was a glorious day when this world with my presence I graced.
Yet I can't understand why I have so few friends, all my invites are declined.
Try as I may to invite them to play they all just say "another day".

Imagination of course, for who could resist spending time with marvellous me.
My magnificent presence, unique in my elegance, so very plain to see.
What a good thing i'm modest, not inclined to boast, though I just know you'd love to be me!

Well darkness is falling and yawn I'm falling asleep at my desk with my pen.
Its hard work being a writer, but I'll try again later as for now I really must rest.

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